She asked me to come to the bar today to commemorate my three-month love that just died, and also celebrate the new life that I was about to have.
She said, "Olivia, you will have a new start."
The three-month love that had been left behind once again came to my mind.
I almost forgot that the beginning of my relationship with Luke was due to a ridiculous bet.
The day I met Luke was the first day I returned to the country.
Amy hosted a welcome party for me at the bar.
I had a crush on Luke at first sight.
He leaned casually on the booth, with a few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes full of playfulness.
Alex was sitting next to him.
Alex always glanced at Amy.
So I made a bet with Amy.
We wanted to see whether I could get Luke, or she could get Alex.
With their eyes meeting and the atmosphere, Alex raised his glass to Amy from a distance.
Noticing something, Luke whispered to Alex.
Later, at the door of the bar, I took Luke home.
But nothing happened that night.
I left Luke on the sofa because I found he was three years younger than me.
I had never had any interest in men younger than me.
But the next morning, Luke refused to leave.
He acted coquettishly and looked sad.